I take his hand and shake it like a fan girl, which I might be because there’s nothing I’ve enjoyed more these past few weeks than watching how his mind works. The way he moves through a set, the way he sees things before anyone else does. Everyone here loves him for it. Everyone except Deon, who gets reminded at least twice a day to make a facial expression.
Though Deon has been considerably less insufferable since Director Wyatt let it slip that his dad sponsored a chunk of the film and everyone could guess why. Funny how that works.
“You held your own,” Director Wyatt adds, releasing my hand. “Good luck.”
“Thank you, Director.” I respond. “This means a lot to me. Doing this as a college student wasn’t easy but I’m glad you gave me the chance.”
“I hope you succeed in your future end
